July 5th, 2016
The older you get the more you will find yourself leaving pieces of your heart – pieces of who you are – in different places.
And sometimes, the distance between where you are and all the places you have been can feel a lot like growing pains, and that’s okay. It’s more than okay.
Because sometimes the spaces between your fingers feel like they’re collecting dust from missing the hands they used to hold.
But if you look inside you’ll see the ways your body is built on the people you have known. They’re there, even when they’re out of reach.
I have sat on few enough mountain tops, and cliff edges to know, that this is not the last place I will go.
And that’s okay. It’s more than okay. Because I take it all with me, when I go, and I always come back, with a little bit more.